I sometimes think
My lessons hard
So hard I am angry
Then I stop & take
A breath - and recall
How my friend's
children were taken
And turned on her
How my other friend
Can't have any and
Has cancer - then of
Course there is always
My mom and her lessons
Of beatings, running, selling
Marrying a man, very much
Like the one I love, for me
I wouldn't trade my lessons
For any of those - what's
One man cheating to all
That - and he's not even
Cheating on me - he's
Cheating on himself
Cuz as we know we're
Friends with extras: at
Worse I am a girlfriend
experience - at best a
Confidant - yes God - I
accept my lessons: I will
stop complaining: thank
you for my growth and
for the growth of my son
Everything else well ... Your
Plan: my hands: Your will God
